Wings to your feet
Added 2023-03-19 09:22:10 +0000 UTCI remember I never could catch you,
For no one could match you,
You had wonderful, luminous, fleet,
Little wings to your feet.
You were always afraid of a shower,
Just like a flower:
I remember you started and ran
When the rain began.
And your mouth, it would never smile
For a long, long while,
Then it rippled all over with laughter
Five minutes after.
And your eyes, they were green and grey
Like an April day,
But lit into amethyst
When I stooped and kissed;
– from a poem by Oscar Wilde (1854–1900)
